When It Comes To Killing My Sin,

According To The Spirit Of This Age, The Ultimate Sin Is No Longer The Failure To Honor And Thank God But The Failure To Esteem Oneself. Self-abasement, Not God-abasement, Is The Evil. And The Cry Of Deliverance Is Not "o Wretched Man That I Am, Who Will Deliver Me?" But "o Worthy Man That I Am, Would That I Could Only See It Better"!

We Need A Savior. Christmas Is An Indictment Before It Becomes A Delight.

O That We Would So Love The Gospel And Have So Much Compassion For Lost People That Tribulation And Distress And Persecution And Famine And Nakedness And Danger And Sword And Gun And Terrorist Would Turn Us Not Into Fearful Complainers, But Bold Heralds Of Good News.

The Dismembering Of A Human Being Routinely In 30 Minutes On An Outpatient Bases - Or Any Other Way - Is Barbaric. Four Blocks From Our Church All Year Long - Like Churches Within Smelling Distance Of Auschwitz Or Dachau Or Buchenwald.

God Has Ordained That Our Preaching Become Deeper And More Winsome As We Are Broken, Humbled, And Made Low And Desperately Dependent On Grace By The Trials Of Our Lives.